English poetry

PoetsBiographiesPoems by ThemesRandom Poem
The Rating of PoetsThe Rating of Poems

Poem by William Barnes


First Collection. Sundry Pieces. A Zong


O Jenny, don’t sobby! vor I shall be true;
Noo might under heaven shall peärt me vrom you.
My heart will be cwold, Jenny, when I do slight
The zwell o’ thy bosom, thy eyes’ sparklèn light.

My kinsvo’k would faïn zee me teäke vor my meäte
A maïd that ha’ wealth, but a maïd I should heäte;
But I’d sooner leäbour wi’ thee vor my bride,
Than live lik’ a squier wi’ any bezide.

Vor all busy kinsvo’k, my love will be still
A-zet upon thee lik’ the vir in the hill;
An’ though they mid worry, an’ dreaten, an’ mock,
My head’s in the storm, but my root’s in the rock.

Zoo, Jenny, don’t sobby! vor I shall be true;
Noo might under heaven shall peärt me vrom you.
My heart will be cwold, Jenny, when I do slight
The zwell o’ thy bosom, thy eyes’ sparklèn light.



William Barnes


William Barnes's other poems:
  1. Third Collection. Comen Hwome
  2. Third Collection. The Little Worold
  3. Second Collection. Childhood
  4. Second Collection. Moonlight on the Door
  5. Second Collection. Light or Sheäde


Poem to print Print

1205 Views



Last Poems


To Russian version


Ðåéòèíã@Mail.ru

English Poetry. E-mail eng-poetry.ru@yandex.ru